Paroles de Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruitBlood on the leaves, and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from poplar trees
Pastoral scene of gallant sound
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
The sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
The sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
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